Cowboy: "So much for the dealer... and the waitress behind him, and the two guys at the blackjack table behind her... and the one armed bandit... and the wall..."
Riker: "Perhaps you shouldn't roll the dice quite so hard."
Worf: "Impressive... Was this game invented by a Klingon?"

Kurn: "Excuse me while I whip this out."
Riker gasps and faints

Wesley: "Thanks for slaying that Peach Wookiee for me..."
Worf: "If I knew what crime against fashion you were going to commit with that fur, I wouldn't have bothered."

Crusher: "What is...?
Wesley: "Looks like an MSE droid."
Picard: "Some idiot on the BBS must have posted another Star Trek vs. Star Wars thread. Deal with it LaForge."
LaForge: "All I ever seem to do these days is clean up after crossover fanfic."
Data: "It could have been worse, Geordi. It could have been slashfic."

Picard: "I'll have you know that erectile dysfunction is not a laughing matter, Mister!"

Data - I have watched you rub the dice on Miss Kitty's cleavage sixteen times already, Commander Riker. Yet the odds never seem to improve. I feel we should abandon this experiment.
Riker - It'll work on the seventeenth time, I swear! C'mere, Miss Kitty ....

Kurn: "Why is that officer on the upper level not facing forward, as I ordered!"Picard: "Oh, he has just recently transferred to the Enterprise from a Constitution class vessel. Their bridges are rotated 36 degrees, you know."

Picard: Right, Dr. Crusher has spent the last hour... persuading me that before she leaves Wesley should be given a permanent seat on the bridge. So Geordi, you've got the choice between Chief Engineer, CMO or head of security but whatever you pick don't be sitting there Monday!

Worf: I prefer the Klingon version of this game. Data: I am unfamiliar with that game.Worf: It's just like this, except without the table, dice, chips, money, etc. Data: Then how can you compare the two?Worf: I...sometimes I just say these things to see if anybody notices me...

Kurn: I should say something about the disrespect that redshirt in the back is displaying, but by Kahless, Worf looks like someone stuck a Bat'leth up his ass!

Wesley: ...so I don't get it. They're always saying they want to be with someone nice and smart, but then a guy with no brains, big abs, and no respect for women walk by and I'm chopped liver.

Worf: The Klingons have an expression that suits this: be'pu' taH rop, which roughly translates as: Bitches be crazy.

Picard: Damn it, Geordi, we're trying to all turn dramatically on cue, like in those old TV show intros. If you can't get it right, I'm afraid we'll have to replace you with Worf.

Picard: One Direction? You seriously think they are the best boy band? No one will ever beat New Kids on the Block! No ONE! You hear me, Geordi, NO ONE!

Crusher: Come on Jean Luc, time to go lie down. Besides, everyone knows N'Sync is the best boy band ever!